We meet - a touch against our shared existence. Knowing ourselves again as one and yet again a play of separation. Perhaps it's all for that exquisite touch - a moment given purely to our recognition. The infinite itself stretches from a reach of endlessness to know itself in the pleasure of an instant. Eternity's game. The moment doesn't escape from timelessness. It has never been apart. As too our steps from distance. We meet it all - the world, the infinite, each other, again, and again for the very first time. And so our touch becomes eternal.
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In truth - nothing becomes but always is. Our touch, a step, a smile exchanged is the infinite saluting itself in the intimacy of recognition of its nature.
Peace,
Eric
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